“I can’t kill you.” Duh. “Everyone would realize entirely too quickly that you were gone.”
Giggling, Kennedy nodded. “Very true. Even Francis says I’m hard to ignore.”
They had the weirdest and possibly least healthy friendship I’d ever seen.
Before I had to come up with a response to that, my dick started to slip out of him and he shivered…but not the good kind. “That’s a terrible sensation.”
Probably because he was really sensitive.
“Sorry.” Kissing his head, I eased him back down on the bed. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”
By the time I got rid of the condom and found where the unorganized cutie had hidden a washcloth, he was nearly out and wearing a soft smile. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he flopped over so I could clean the cum off his chest and cock. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” Giving him a quick peck, I took the damp cloth back to the bathroom and was back in bed before he could finish his next yawn. “You can’t fall asleep yet.”
He grumbled at that, frowning as he rolled over and tried to burrow under his pillows. “I don’t like that order. I’m not going to agree to that rule.”
“You’ll regret it in the morning, brat. Where is your phone? Where do you charge it? Have you set your alarm? Do you needto do anything like set out clothes?” I could’ve kept going but he didn’t make me continue my point.
“Ugh.” Unburying himself, he sat up and frowned. “That’s not nice.”
Brat.
“Just keep reminding yourself that I’m the Dom who’s going to let you test-drive dicks. That’ll help you remember why you’re putting up with me.” The dryly delivered teasing got a big grin from him and he reached out to grab me.
I let him pull me over, so I pinned him to the bed and his smile got wider. “And you listen to me talk and you pick out good movies we can have conversations about and you made me dinner too. You didn’t pick out a boring date and I got to comesooomany times today.”
Yes, I did have a lot of amazing qualities.
Still, I couldn’t let him distract me into fucking him again. “No being cute. I can’t fuck you again. We have to get ready for bed.”
Snickering, he widened his eyes, trying to look innocent. “I wasn’t trying to distract you.”
True or not, I glared at him. “The fact that I can’t tell if you’re being truthful or not says you need a punishment.”
And the wide eyes were from surprise and arousal that time.
“Would you really give me numbing lube? Do you have a cage for me? Does lube like that even exist? How big would the cage be? I like getting hard.” He’d have kept going but a kiss stopped his storm of questions.
“If you don’t like punishments, just behave. Don’t hump the bed to start and don’t come too soon.” I shrugged as he frowned and his brain started to whirl again. “Phone?”
It hadn’t been with his clothes and I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d seen it was.
“Oh.” That had his brain moving in a completely different direction, but unfortunately it was his turn to shrug. “You’re very distracting?”
Rolling my eyes, I straightened and held out my hand. “Let’s go hunting.”
Three rooms and twenty minutes later, my naked cutie realized it was still in my car. Thankfully my clothes were once again clean, so I slipped them back on to go rescue his phone. “I’m going to start to nag you more about this kind of stuff.”
Especially since it looked like he had five missed calls from Francis.
I wasn’t sure if I should be worried about that or not, but Kennedy sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, it’s my turn to claim introvert exhaustion.” Kennedy hadn’t made that sound believable at all, but he didn’t seem worried about it. “Quick text. Let’s see…sorry, I forgot my phone in the car while we were having crazy sex. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow at lunch.”
Interesting.
Kennedy smiled as he looked up from his phone. “No more calls tonight and he’s going to avoid me until Tuesday at least if you want to come over for dinner tomorrow.”
